dinsdag 16 juni 2009

I ask you a favour

Sometimes you visit a nice blog, but you haven't the words to comment. I understand this. It happens to me often enough. But for the blogger the silence sometimes can be too loud. More precise; i cannot handle the silence most of the time. I start a blog to interact with the visitors and readers. Luckily there are some faithful readers who leave a trail. But often i wonder if i am alone here in wonderland? So therefore i ask the lurkers a favour. Please, will you delurk just this time for me, so that i know this blog is appreciated..... Thank you. :-)

dinsdag 9 juni 2009

She wants to learn

Photograph: Petit rouge by Comte de Pique.

Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her parents. This little redhead had a wonderful youth. Parents that love her deeply. No sorrows, worries or pain. But as she grew older there was this restlessness in her. When stories were told by the fire at night which make your flesh creep she felt excitement.
'Oh it makes me shudder!' people said frightened and didn't want to listen any longer. But for little redhead it was never enough. She wanted more stories that frighten her. The fear made her feel alive, this fear made her happy.
One day she told her parents she wants to learn about fear and sorrow and pain. But they didn't understand her. So little redhead decided that the time had come to leave her safe home, to wander uncertain and unknown paths. She didn't understand her fears yet and why it excites her so much, so she wanted to learn. She wanted to understand. Her parents were troubled, but they love her so much so they let her go. With pain in their hearts and much, much good advice.
When day dawned little redhead took her apron with some food, wine, girlie stuff and her diary. She kissed her parents goodbye and began her journey with a joyful heart. She walked to the great woods. The woods that frightened most people because the further you go there, the darker it gets. An old woman approached her. She had heard of little redheads desire. She walked together with little redhead to the more darker woods.
Then the old woman said: 'Look, see that old tree? Sit down beneath it and wait till the night comes and you will soon learn about fear and pain.'
Then the old woman left little redhead. She sat beneath the old tree and waited till evening came. She was not afraid but curious. She had heard about the big bad Wolf and she was hoping that He would appear to her. It was dark now and there was total silence in the woods. She felt a little anxious. That excited her. Suddenly she heard some twigs creaking. She felt her heart beating wildly and her blood rushing. A dark, exciting voice began to talk.
'Hello little redhead, are you lost?'
Before she knew it she looked into two intense dark eyes that seemed to see right true her. The Wolf! He impressed her a lot. She blushed, she couldn't keep her eyes of Him but finally she had to shut her eyes to escape His piercing look.
'No Wolf, i'm not lost, i've been waiting for You. Do you wanna teach me everything about fear and pain? About trust and love?'
Little redhead raised her eyes and saw His sparkling eyes and a smile upon His face. He asked her to follow Him.
'Do you trust me little one? Are you not afraid? Will you follow my trail?'
'Oh yes Sir.' she sighed. She would follow this beautiful Wolf everywhere. Because of the butterflies in her tummy. The intensity in His dark eyes. Her heart that wildly beats because of Him, her blood that rushes. She'll follow Him. She laid her hand in His and her journey began.
To be continued......

zondag 31 mei 2009

The maid of the sea

Art by Gordon Nappier

Come from the sea,
Maiden, to me,
Maiden of mystery, love, and pain!
Wake from thy sleep,
Low in the deep,
Over thy green waves sport again!
Come to this sequestered spot, love,
Death's where thou art, as where thou art not, love;
Then come unto me,
Maid of the sea,
Rise from the wild and stormy main:
Wake from thy sleep,
Calm in the deep,
Over thy green waves sport again!

woensdag 20 mei 2009


Photograph Katharsis by Ophelias overdose

I hear a scream. Far in the distance. Which floor does it come from? And where am i? This house is so scary. Broken windows, dirt on the floor, a ruin from what it once was. And still it has also it's beauty. The silent dark corners are giving me goosebumps but i find some pleasure in it. In fact i love these deserted places with sighs of the past. I go upstairs. Noises from behind a door. Soft cries. As i carefully open the door i see her. I can't believe it. My equalness. Looking so sad. I take her hand and i listen as she opens up for me. And tells me about the pain inside. Pain because i neglected her for so long. And i begin to see the real me, she's holding the mirror. Nowhere to hide. Pain in many colours and the darkness of my heart. I start screaming with her. And our screams transform into a song. About the one i tried to hide. About the self i've never wanted to know. But this self is also a part of me, and a beautiful part too. Diffuse light falling on the floor. Broken glass shines like precious stones. I pick up a shiny piece and hold it in my hand. She lays her hand in mine and hold my hand tight. And tighter. We start to bleed but i don't feel the pain. I only feel my blood rushing and my heart pounding. Like never before. And then i understand and become one with her. Here i am. Do you see who i am? A girl with a bright and dark heart. Who needs pain thru love. The pain that makes me whole, that makes me shine like a diamond. Pain purifying my soul and making me happy. And as i embrace the whole me, accept all my colours, i am this lucky girl whois found by Him; my Master, Friend, Tormentor. Who understands me, takes care of me and He changed the ruin into a magnificent home.
I miss you Master......

vrijdag 24 april 2009

The pearl

Art: The siren by Horrific Beauty

Said one oyster to a neighboring oyster; "I have a very great pain within me. It is heavy and round and I am in distress." And the other oyster replied with haughty complacence; "Praise be to the heavens and to the sea, I have no pain within me. I am well and whole both within and without." At that moment a crab was passing by and heard the two oysters, and he said to the one who was well and whole both within and without; "Yes, you are well and whole; but the pain that your neighbor bears is a pearl of exceeding beauty."

Words: Khalil Gibran

zondag 12 april 2009


Please Master break me, i am Your egg girl.....

zondag 15 februari 2009

zaterdag 14 februari 2009

Burdensome or life isn't always a fairy tale

Intruiging, oppressive art by Michael Kirkham.


Girl on roof with two dogs